Holding My Tongue

I have a dirty little secret.

I frequent an on-line bulletin board. When there, I play nicely with the other posters. You wouldn't recognize me.

I actually think about what I'm going to say before typing. I'll go back and edit my words if I suspect I'm being too harsh.

I am ashamed to admit that I actually care what the other posters think about me. I want them to talk to me, so I am careful what I say.

Today it is a challenge because my mouse is not cooperating. It's digging its little feet in when I drag it across the mouse pad. I suspect it is filthy.

If it gets too frustrating to edit what I say I may give up and let my words fall where they may. Although if I can rhyme as nicely as the previous sentence, I will be pleased.